Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Faust,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.